Salem Academy - Quill Pen Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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, ,YI 4X1 . ..... . . . . . . rff The Woman with the man lo-oks up and hands the doctor fifty dollars. NVhy, it's Elizabeth Coxel She then leads her trembling husband from that awful presence. Dr. Harris is turning with a business-like air to her nurse. It's Anne Snyder, nodding approval to her summary cure. The scene changes rapidly this time. I-low familiar the buildings look. What! The lobby of the Robert E. Lee. Nlany richly dressed dowagers are telling the latest scandal in secretive voices and o-ften with malicious grins. The president-none other than Blanche Phillips-silences the group. She is directing their attention to the door, and telling them that the special guests for the meeting are lylr. and Mrs. sl. P. jones, who have been doing missionary work in Finland. IN'Irs. Jones stalks in, pulling her bespectacled little husband behind her. Her face is toward me now-why, it is Doro- thy Heidenreich. How little she has changed by the years. VVinston-Salem is fading away-I see a select little inn on Long Island. The pro- prietor is rushing around to see if everything is all right. It's Nlarguerette Pierce. The door opens and a group of smartly dressed people enter. There's Hortense Carson l She must be quite the fashion. One of the social elite is pushing her around with a triumphant air-I have it, she is the poet of the hour. She has her manuscript in her hand. She's beginning to read to the group. Oh, it would change! Crystals should have vitaphone attached-I'm not so good at reading lips. I-Iere's a gypsy camp. No, it's a circus. There goes a woman with a familiar air. Look at the children fighting to hold her hand. She must be taking the whole orphan asylum to the circus. I-Iow like IVIargaret Johnson, always the same nice and tho-ughtful person. Again the crystal changes. It is growing clear-I see a smart summer ho-me at Bar Harbor. It must be time for tea. There sits-Why, of all people -Peggy Betts, at the tea table. She seems to be one of the most brilliant hostesses at the resort. I see another stage. Two people are seated at pianos, pounding at the keys with grim determination. They look tired. Why, it's La Rue Gibson and Elizabeth Pfaff. They are playing in a maratho-n. The blank begins to take form. I see palms and tropical plants. VVe've come nearer the gubernatorial mansion of Florida. Here comes a bunch of girls Wearing Salem arm-bands. There is Bus Favor at the door receiving them. Can it be-why, she's the governor-and there's Lucy Lanier. She's evidently heading the party. Since re- ceiving degrees from Hollins and VVellesley she has succeeded lNIiss Stipe as Dean of VVomen of Salem College. Neither she nor Bus has changed in the least. x g A 19 1 J? 3'-'TDL7 1 1 1 .:'JffM ' J 2295 -' L- vi 7 'T ,ff 'J 'v

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T L . C 1 The Prophecy of the Senior ass frlxsistfd by a Crystal Ballj SEE a quaint white cottage with flowers here, there, and everywhere. In one corner stands a lovely lady. She turns. Ah, it is Kathareen Talley. How appropriate a setting for our Kathareen of charming manners and ' gentle ways! Ah, the crystal grows dim! Here is another picture. l see a fashionable home in Washiiigtoii. Why, there's Elizabeth Bowie standing in the reception line. VVho is this coming? Clellie Lucas with her husband. Isn't he dis- tinguished looking? And Clellie Lucas looks wonderful. Bowie is dressed in one of the loveliest Patou dresses I have ever seen. Oh, again I can see nothing. VVhy, this looks like a college campus. I believe it is the University of Kentucky. Look at the absurd new styles for the collegiately correct. Ah, I see a breathless boy running this way. He looks eagerly for someone, and then turns, disappointed. Suddenly he makes a lunge through the crowd. VVhy, mother, Iym so sorry I'm late. Ah, his pretty mother is Elizabeth Board. I'm so excited over your graduation, she said. I can remember when I grad- uated from here, too. Ah, it grows dimmer now, it is changing, growing clear again. I see a hot, steaming kitchen. VVhy, there is Frances lVIaloney, bending over a kneading board. There are several children, at least six or seven, pulling at her skirts-and here comes a woman in spectacles, her hair tied in pathetic wisps. It looks like-why, it is Hazel Greene, harassed teacher of Nlidway, Tennessee. She is complaining that Clyde, the awful boy, has drawn a picture on the blackboard and labeled it Teacher Greenef' She loudly declaims, Spare the rod and spoil the childf' Again the crystal changesg another picture. It is a spacious stage at the Theatre Royale in London. Empty now, a petite dancer pierettes across the stage. It can't be anyone but our own Kathryn lVIcCollum from America. She has received very Hatter- ing notices from the critics and is very popular with the Londoners. The stage is fading. In a network of traffic I see a beautiful car crawling slowly along. Suddenly it extricates itself from the mass and sto-ps before Roxy's Theatre. Two sophisticated women step from the car and rush into the side entrance. VVho can they be? Oh, I see glaring headlights proclaim that Miss Doris Clayton, accompanied by her director, Nliss Mary Stockton, will appear in person with the picture, For Love of a Red Head, her latest triumph. Uh, is that who it is? How much they have changed! I would never have known them. The scene has changed again. I see a doctor's office. The immaculate Dr. Harris sits behind a huge desk. She is speaking in trembling tones to a trembling man. Have you kept your feet dry?', Yes, ma'am.l' Have you taken your daily dozen ? Yes, malamf' Have you slept eight hours every night? Yes, ma'am.', You are cured. Fifty dollars, please. rt it ti at I 8 -r4q fcg5,ff XTv-1 if A' -. -X PSU . 6853? if ..., J Cyfyef 4-Q., P r . 1 .0 flaaalfl J 6? 'B

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